Fast Travel: Endangered Pup Rescue Project

Arriving at the Zizimen area, the folk customs finally improved, and Ouyang Feng and the three of them felt relieved.

Because the summons was received in advance, Master Wuya, the abbot of Zizimen, had already greeted him at the door: "Master Ouyang is here, and I have come to welcome you from afar."

"Abbot Wuya, you're welcome."

"Master Ouyang, please come in. Master Shan of the Shenyang Sect arrived yesterday."

Ouyang Feng and the others followed behind and couldn't help but look around curiously.

Not all the Zizai sect is a monk, there are also some lay disciples who have not shaved their heads, and not all monks and lay disciples practice martial arts. The sect is divided into literary monks and martial monks.

Compared with the martial arts practitioners I have met along the way, the masters of Zi Zi Sect have clear eyes and kind eyes. It is no wonder that the martial arts conference is held here.

"The little donors follow the little monk to rest here."

More than fifty people came to Linghe Valley. Naturally, it was impossible for them all to follow them to meet the guests. Just to accommodate them, several courtyards would be needed.

Ouyang Wan has already begun to calculate how much food Zi Zi Sect will eat during this martial arts competition, and how long these monks will be busy. Although they do not eat and drink for free, just entertaining them requires a lot of thought.

"Although the attitude of the monks is very good, most of them don't look like they are looking forward to this martial arts competition."

"It's very simple. Masters love purity. Didn't Master Wuya say before that Master Wuya doesn't like to get involved in disputes in the world? I guess the masters of Zizai Sect have similar temperaments to Master Wuya. This time everyone said that Master Wuya doesn't like to get involved in disputes in the world. "Master is the most just, if we have to hold it here, they probably can't do anything about it."

"What a sin!" Yin Shihuai sighed softly, holding the sword in both hands and leaning against the door frame, "I guess in the end, Master, the leader of the Shenyang Sect, the owner of Wuxiang Villa, plus the Sifang Sect are all upset, and They all have their own agendas, so they can unite to deal with the evil cult."

"Junior brother, this is Zizaimen, don't be heard."

"Okay, I won't say anymore."

The three of them put away their luggage, because there were a lot of people coming from the gate these days. In addition to a few big sects, there were also some small forces who came to join in the fun. So in order not to cause trouble to the masters, they stayed in the yard and did not go out. They were bored. After that, they practiced swordplay with each other.

"Brother Ouyang, your disciple is still very diligent. He practiced swordsmanship when he first came here, unlike my son who couldn't move without shouting." When Ouyang Feng and Yin Shihuai were fighting, Ouyang Zhen and Shan Jiangchuan walked in.

"No, I think Zhengguang is also a leader among the younger generation."

"How about letting the two of them compete?" Shan Jiangchuan said suddenly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ouyang Feng met Shan Zhengguang's eager eyes.

Ouyang Zhen laughed: "Your son is a few years older than my eldest disciple, so I'll have to be merciful later."

"Wherever we are, we are just discussing and exchanging ideas. Naturally, we won't hurt each other."

The two decided to fight, and Ouyang Feng was naturally not afraid. He had always competed with the disciples in the valley, and occasionally received personal guidance from Uncle Shangguan. He also happened to want to try other sects' techniques.

"Then let's go to the martial arts arena, so as not to break the masters' things here."

"It's just what I want. The martial arts conference is about to begin, so let them warm up the place."

Soon the excitement spread throughout the Zi Zi Sect. Before it even started, there were circles of people surrounding the martial arts arena, and many masters were maintaining order.

"I'm not too late, am I?" Just when Ouyang Feng and Shan Zhengguang were about to take action, Zhuge Chun, the owner of Wuxiang Villa, arrived with his son Zhuge Zhi. "Brother Zhuge, it's not too late. I just want to give some guidance to these two juniors."

"No, I'll let you point me to my Zhi'er later."

Zhuge Zhi also looked a few years older than Ouyang Feng, and about the same age as Shan Zhengguang, the young master of the Shenyang Sect.

Ouyang Wan frowned and said, "Elder brother is the youngest, wouldn't he be at a disadvantage?"

"Don't worry." Yin Shihuai didn't panic at all, "We have to believe that the senior brother is the one. My wife said that no matter in terms of talent, understanding or diligence, there are few people in the world who can match the senior brother."

Ouyang Wan nodded: "What you said makes sense. It just so happens that we also have a look at the strength of the younger generation of disciples of each sect."

Although Ouyang Feng was young, he had grown into a handsome and elegant figure. He tapped the stone steps twice and flew up to the martial arts stage. He then casually held a beautiful sword flower, which attracted a burst of applause from the audience.

"Senior Brother Shan, please give me some advice."

Shan Zhengguang, as the young master of the Shenyang Sect, was naturally not afraid: "Junior Brother Ouyang, please."

The Shenyang Sect also uses swords. Unlike the Linghe Valley's Linghe Swordsmanship, which is agile and changeable, the Shenyang Swordsmanship looks relatively strong, and they are good at using heavy swords. Every sword swing has a powerful effect. Internal force.

"Okay!" Everyone applauded Shenyang Swordsmanship and felt that Shan Zhengguang was worthy of being the young master of Shenyang Sect.

Ouyang Zhen looked at Shan Jiangchuan and nodded: "You are even more powerful than you were back then."

The smile on Shan Jiangchuan's face grew bigger and bigger: "To get a compliment from you, this kid's hard work in practicing martial arts for so many years is worth it. Your eldest disciple is not bad either. Linghe Qinggong is elegant and agile, which is rare."

That's right, until now, Ouyang Feng has been avoiding and not fighting head-on. Ouyang Zhen's brows furrowed and he felt that he had really learned something from Song Xia. But with so many people present, he couldn't say it directly.

I had no choice but to shift the responsibility: "I have been in retreat in the past few years, and it was their teacher's wife who taught me."

Just when he finished speaking, Ouyang Feng's figure finally changed, and he began to fight head-on with his sword. Shan Zhengguang was caught off guard by this move.

"Okay!" The cheers on the scene became louder and louder, cheering for Ouyang Feng.

Shan Jiangchuan's expression suddenly became serious, while Ouyang Zhen's expression softened slightly.

Ouyang Wan and Yin Shihuai whispered: "I knew they would look down on senior brother at first, but little did they know that senior brother was sizing up Shan Zhengguang's moves!"

Yin Shihuai responded: "Shan Zhengguang's moves are powerful, but they also reveal many shortcomings. Senior brother is about to win."

"Let them look down on people. How can I, Linghe Valley, be easily bullied?"

Yin Shihuai secretly thought to himself, the look on his master's face just now revealed that not only was he an outsider, but his master was also dissatisfied with his senior brother just now!

"Look, that Shan Zhengguang can't stand it anymore. You know the sword moves of senior brother, but uncle Shangguan is a little overwhelmed."

At this time, sword lights were everywhere on the performance stage. Ouyang Feng's movements were so fast that people could hardly see them clearly. Then, with a burst of soft shouts, Shan Zhengguang's heavy sword was lifted to the ground.

Ouyang Feng smiled slightly, his youthful chivalry already showing: "Senior Brother Shan, I accept the concession." (End of this chapter)